Half Light

Sunset at the Quernmore Road cemetery. There are still a few autumn leaves scattered around the paths, having survived rain, snow, ice and the trampling of so many (hopefully living) feet. And the branches that hang over them will be freshly flowering soon enough. It's that wonderful time of year. And I'm in the mood for some Arcade Fire.

You told us that we were too young
Now that night's closing in, and in the half light we run
Lock us up safe and hide the key
But the night tears us loose, and in the half light we're free

Strange how the half light can make a place new
You can't recognize me, and I can't recognize you

We run through the streets that we know so well
And the houses hide so much
We're in the half light

None of us can tell
They hide the ocean in a shell

The ocean in a shell

Our heads are just houses without enough windows
They say you hear human voices, but they only echo

They only echo